“And as I do. All the same, I don’t know that I should call them beautiful myself. They’re good-looking, wholesome, straight, clean, desirable girls, as good as gold and as merry as grigs. By the way,” he added, “the Marksbys must be very well off.”
“Indeed! What makes you think so?”
“From what he told me of his circumstances.”
“But what are the Marksbys?” asked Regina.
“He’s in his father’s business.”
“But what is his father’s business?”
Alfred Whittaker stretched out his hand and took hold of his wife’s. “Queenie,” he said, “we have never been very proud people, have we?”
“I hope we have always had proper pride, and no more,” said Regina.
“He is a nice young chap,” Alfred went on, as if he were following out a train of thought; “and Maudie seems to be very much taken with him—”